That look really made Zheng Xiulian angry.

What’s the matter? Is it that the steamed buns she made are not tasty?

Seeing their mother's eyes darken, the brother and sister immediately fell silent and lowered their heads to eat the corn porridge in the bowl.

The expression on his mother's face showed that she was already angry, and the best option at this time was to lower her head and eat her meal.

If the two of them continued to talk back, their father, who was sitting nearby watching the fun, might come out and deal with them.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms.

Jiang Yanzhi massaged Tang Xinyi's shoulders.

"Wife, you don't have to cook if you don't want to!"

"Anyway, we have our mother at home, and she always did it before!"

Tang Xinyi didn't mean it, this is really a good son to her mother-in-law.

I am reluctant to let my wife suffer, but I am willing to let my mother work hard.

But I can't say that out loud, after all, I still have to consider my image.

"Hubby, cooking is not tiring at all, it's a pleasure!"

"Especially when you see your family like the food you cook, you don't understand the sense of accomplishment!"

Tang Xinyi did not lie about this. She really likes cooking.

"Since you like me, I won't say anything more!"

"But if you're in a bad mood and don't want to do it one day, you must tell your husband!"

"In our Jiang family, there's no saying that men can't cook. Even when mom used to cook, dad and I would take turns doing it during those few days of the month!"

Tang Xinyi didn't expect that the men in the Jiang family were so responsible. Not only did they work hard outside to earn work points, but they were also not the kind of male chauvinist who refused to help their wives with work at home.